Fear of Twine: Saturday Night

Pay heed to the initial warning in Saturday Night. Do not play this game at work.

Saturday Night is a game about Grindr, a game about the male body, and in some ways about the alienation of interacting online. That isn’t to say the game takes itself seriously. Between the dick pic and the “being straight is terrible” line that you receive if you don’t participate in the fervent sexting, it seems that Saturday Night has tongue firmly in cheek.

There is something unintentionally lonely about the game. Despite multiple playthroughs, I found myself unable to seal the deal, to do more than to send naughty pictures, to request the same, to wait in silence when they did not respond. There is something about casting lines out into the void, requesting interaction and receiving none that comes off as rather empty. Did I not respond correctly the social cues? Was he not appropriately interested in my proffered genitalia? There’s no telling, because there’s no response.

Either way, the game ends with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s, a solitary wank, and a smile. All in all, not a bad thought.